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My Very Own Peccadillo.

I don’t know love

I don’t know how it is to be loved

But I know how to love

Day in and day out-

Giving my all.

I am a woman, pining for love

Waiting to be touched;

To be held in your arms, to be

Kissed.

The soft murmur of your eyes-

The hoarse voice; I am only waiting.

I don’t know love

I don’t know how it is to be loved

For I am full of distortions

Queerness, you may say.

But everything I own is mine

And mine alone.

I am whole and yet incomplete

For I don’t know love.

I am a pleaser-

A sinner.

I am my own beloved

I am the betrayed.

I have joys, I have aches.

But they are all mine,

Mine alone.

I am I.

For I don’t know love

I don’t know what it is to be loved

But I know how to love______

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Human Nature? Or just a selfish trait?

I have learned one thing over time, I might be wrong, or it may depend on individuality but it has often been true for me.

People tend to not like sad stories, by stories I don’t mean plot or novels, I just mean situations. They tend to almost hate it when we talk about sad and depressing situations going on in our lives, but in return they still expect to get an ear or two when they themselves are in such gloomy circumstances.

How justifiable is this?